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SOLSTICE
Fed with fire and song
the Sun this day has climbed
a little higher in the pallid sky
to start his fruitful journey toward
midsummer night.
We had to watch him falter,
slip like a leaking barque
into the winter-darkened sea-
we prayed and chanted
and at last won promise
of one more spring replete
with seed.
In years to come they will
forget us Druids-
Skywatchers, keepers of the fire-
or men will speak of us as quaint
in cities robbed of seasons
where sunrise is the ordinary miracle
of every day.